A heart of loyalty he had,
and swore an oath upon a sword
unto a king of goodly lands
and gave his strong and binding word.
A hand of friendship then he gave,
and took upon him many cares;
unto the end he bravely stood,
his fealty kept through evil’s lairs.
A stature short, though no less brave
was he in heart than many men;
the strongest yearning of his soul
fullfilled it was, helped by a friend.
A last surprise, it gave him cause
to put aside his greatest fears;
with single stroke, the evil fell
then loosed he all his bitter tears.
A battle won, at last it was
upon the fields of Pelennor;
he stumbled weary in the streets,
but then found honour all the more.
A truth it is, shall always be,
that though a person small of frame
be thought to have less chance than most,
can show a heart of loyal flame.